Like a reflection

in a desert puddle

after the rain,

life’s abstract moments

challenge my view,

troubles my heart.

Desert air reeks like

an old wet dog

on a waft of air

smearing the pond’s view

from sky to mud.

This temporary pond

transforms the path

I  once dreamt to be

all clear and mine.

——–On a Walk after the Rain. C. Coimbra 2019